"We're headed to, uh..." Crap, he'd forgotten the name of the town already. "To go get this checked out." Rosch rolled his left shoulder, flexing the Gauntlet awkwardly. Something rattled inside, like a loose bolt rolling around in a tin cup. The huge soldier's brows knit in a brief look of worry. Well, uh... that was something new. "It's been on the fritz ever since I got here, and I'm pretty sure those looney docs are to blame."

And... Zel's comment immediately put him on the offensive again. "Stocke is not useless and he's definitely not stupid!" Rosch drew himself up to his full height of seven-foot-something and practically loomed over the lanky fishman. "He's ten times smarter than me, and a hundred times braver to boot, and I'm not just gonna stand here and listen to some smelly fishman insult my best friend in front of my face!"

Unfortunately, Rosch had no idea the danger he was potentially putting himself in, considering that he wass getting up in the face of a merman mere feet from his preferred element. The one thing he's got going for him is his height and bulk, meaning it would be pretty difficult for Zel to wrap his fingers around the huge soldier's throat if he had a mind to do so...